The world as we know it ended for a few days. What a wake up call that was as Blogger's maintenance fix flamed out and crashed into the Internet ocean. It seemed to revive for a moment then down again, up-down, up-down, up which made me a little crazy. I have to have my lurking time with the many and varied blogs I enjoy reading. I seldom comment, because I want to make that truly original intelligent comment that someone else has already made. But tell me the system is down, and boy do I have a lot to say. Now it's been down too long and I've misplaced all those gloriously intellectual comments in my post menopausal mind.
There was lots to share, like the show steers got out, everyone gone but me. It was going well til they decided to see what was with all those pickups whizzing by. There I am trying to run threw knee deep pasture, to cut them off, when to my utter amazement I learned that I can levitate. Not able to stay up there very long yet but I'm working on it. No bunnies where hurt in this process.
Gus has decided that he's a big dog now, and part of his early doghood shall be to lift his leg in the house. This is not going over well with me, he's a tad jumpy from my corrections. He'd be even jumpier if he knew what lay in store for him if he does it again.
The baby owls are getting big. I can't upload my pictures, (we won't go there at this time) so you will need to go to Cindee's Garden and look at her pictures. Ours look just like hers. Aren't they just cute?
In closing, if you see a white haired, wild eyed granny, driving an ancient SUV, loaded with grand kids, steer feed, baseball equipment, and a live Scottie hood ornament, my advise would be to get the heck out of her way.